I Took Myself out on an Artist Date

Existing without todo lists

I often wonder what my rhythm would look like if I lived alone somewhere in nature, without any influences from the outside.

In the city, I naturally adapt to people’s rhythm around me: Work Monday to Friday, weekends off. The whole solar calendar structure - years divided into twelve months divided into twenty-eight to thirty-one days, seven days a week - is weirdly confined.

It feels like growing perfectly measured jungles. An attempt to tame something untameable. But it always wants to break free. I wonder how alternative societies deal with time and structure. Do they listen to the moon? Are they so connected to the energy of their tribe that they don’t need clearly defined time?

I find freedom in breaking out of this structure from time to time and shaping days and weeks entirely on my own.

Crafting a day with all my favourite activities

I drove to a new gym, lifted some weights, and practiced handstands. Afterwards, I went to a lake, treating myself to good food and a cappuccino. Sketched lightly, journaled and let my mind wander.

The weather was fantastic: sunny, with a little bit of wind.
First hints of autumn.
Autumn is the exhale I’ve been waiting for all year.
The trees around the lake waved their leaves.
Relaxed people strolled along the paths.

I let the weight of the week drop.
Reflected on the energy healing session yesterday.
Energies constantly transforming into something different.
Everything is always changing.

As an artist, I decide what I want to capture and what to let go of.